Ainur has finally visited the Artisans and got that ill-fitting breather mask tweaked and refurbished. The otherworldly haunting rasps are now kept to a minimum and on command.

The crinkle coming from his fresh robes has begun to cease, and he can also locate most things in the Temple now. Mostly.

Ahoy, space monk-mages!

I'm playing Ainur Saan, local Kel Dor Hopeful that is starting to realize he has the Jedi Archives at his fingertips and going bonkers about it. Paradox of knowledge and all that.

IRL, I am in my thirties working my 9 to 5 from home/writer working on getting published as ...

Ainur Saan

Ainur = Ay (Sounds like letter 'I') + Noor (like 'lure' and not like 'door')

Saan = Long/double 'a'. As the beginning of 'sanatorium' but pronounced as if saying the exclamation 'ah' with an 'S' and an 'n' on either side.